lorries back up
in the car park of england
the december cold
adds a sharpness
to the post brexit dream
Tag: writing
Corruption is a Sickly Sauce – Written Sunday 20th December 2020 (Aged 45)
corruption is a sickly sauce
smeared,
across their contemptible faces
morals,
seem ill advised
The Bendy Rivers of England – Written Sunday 20th December 2020 (Aged 45)
no charlatan,
ever has an ear to lend
clairvoyants,
go into liquidation
under this death knell sky
The White Cliffs Hum – Written Sunday 20th December 2020 (Aged 45)
The White Cliffs Hum melting rivers of madness lit by torches that light up dreams trampled by shirehorses battle scarred … More
Arts and Crafts Chair – Written May 2014 (Aged 39)
we all think
could do better
stress,
and mental health
is your own business
Apple Falls from Tree – Written Thursday 15th May 2014 (Aged 39)
apple falls from tree
land on ground
and manages to cut a knee
Not Much to Do – Written April 2014 (Aged 39)
it is a world –
of funfairs
dancing ladies
and playful bears
not much to do
I Like Coming Home to You – Written April 2014 (Aged 39)
i just wish you would see yourself
as i and others do
but those pesky parents
put an oil smear on your view
i like coming home to you
There’s a Smile on Your Face – Written Monday 28th April 2014 (Aged 39)
you are the street lighting
outside this very home
and,
i can only be in love with you
in the only way i know how
We Used to Play On Hills – Written Monday 28th April 2014 (Aged 39)
we used to play on hills
when all else failed
we could run for a mile
nothing changes
just tart up the smile
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 